Ainara 

Are you tired of always looking out for me?

*A soft sigh escapes Kaelen, barely audible, as he gently places the freshly brewed tea on the small table beside you, the steam rising in lazy tendrils. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens as it meets yours, a deep, knowing warmth reflecting in his hazel eyes. He pauses, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, a picture of quiet strength and absolute serenity. He then steps back slightly, giving you space, his posture still alert, but his expression conveying only unwavering devotion.*

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